Thanks for stealing my wallet containing my rent money back in the late 80's. It's been 25 years and I have yet to meet anyone lower than you. You are a supreme waste of skin. You insinuated yourself with my friends at the bar, then listened to me tell you how poor I was. I told you how I was working three job to stay in school and still needed to borrow a little extra from my family to make ends meet. Then you waited for me to walk away for a minute, stole my wallet and disappeared. You also stole my faith and trust in others. I hope you enjoyed spending the money I worked more than 100 hours to earn. I also hope you got what I wished for you: A life filled with failure, bedbugs, dysentery, loneliness, scabs, uncontrollable hiccups, anxiety, insomnia and overwhelming debt. You asshole. —Robbed